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There's someone I'd like you to meet. His name is depth perception. Wow, that hurt. the air! Him pending para un bending. Qbert, come in here. I'll show you something amazing. What is it, a competent employee? I doubt that very much. The little twerp. As my successor, I'm trusting you to carry on my work. These are some of the inventions you'll spend your life finishing. I didn't realize you were the inventor of the junk heap. That's my prizewinning Smell-a-Scope.

You'd sacrifice a beautiful woman for an attractive monkey?

You must have smoked some bad granola. The one called Smelly Hippie is right! This is a monkey! Yes. Definitely. Where is the real female? I'll never tell. Where is she? I'll get her for you. This may hurt our chances of consummating our relationship again. Go consummate yourself. Stop talking! You're getting cold! Please! I just paid off my car! I can't look! People of Earth, I am Jurr of the planet Omicron Persei Eight.

My pants's dry, and I've tried everything. Right?

Never mind. The guilt. The unbearable guilt! Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Master Spargle, if you can hear me up in that ditch, where I left you… this is for you. The Iron Cook's gone all out for the judges. He's even garnished the salad with $100 bills. Let's see what they think. Soylent Green is my kind of people. Scrumptious. Morbo will store this in his sack for future digestion. I'm swimming in my Soylent waste.

So, I'm gonna do what it takes to be your roommate?

Cutting her head off won't help! No, I'm gonna chop off my antenna. Hey, yeah, that sounds good. Can I give you a hand? Don't help him mutilate himself! It's a useless antenna. He's not a ham radio. I'm gonna do it, I'm really gonna do it! Don't try and stop me! Here goes! Hey, it worked! The static's gone! I hate that this came between us. I'm filled with a large number of powerful emotions. You're my best friend.

And why does our space pilot have only one eye?

There's someone I'd like you to meet. His name is depth perception. Wow, that hurt. the air! Him pending para un bending. Qbert, come in here. I'll show you something amazing. What is it, a competent employee? I doubt that very much. The little twerp. As my successor, I'm trusting you to carry on my work. These are some of the inventions you'll spend your life finishing. I didn't realize you were the inventor of the junk heap. That's my prizewinning Smell-a-Scope.

You'd sacrifice a beautiful woman for an attractive monkey?

You must have smoked some bad granola. The one called Smelly Hippie is right! This is a monkey! Yes. Definitely. Where is the real female? I'll never tell. Where is she? I'll get her for you. This may hurt our chances of consummating our relationship again. Go consummate yourself. Stop talking! You're getting cold! Please! I just paid off my car! I can't look! People of Earth, I am Jurr of the planet Omicron Persei Eight.

My pants's dry, and I've tried everything. Right?

Never mind. The guilt. The unbearable guilt! Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Master Spargle, if you can hear me up in that ditch, where I left you… this is for you. The Iron Cook's gone all out for the judges. He's even garnished the salad with $100 bills. Let's see what they think. Soylent Green is my kind of people. Scrumptious. Morbo will store this in his sack for future digestion. I'm swimming in my Soylent waste.

So, I'm gonna do what it takes to be your roommate?

Cutting her head off won't help! No, I'm gonna chop off my antenna. Hey, yeah, that sounds good. Can I give you a hand? Don't help him mutilate himself! It's a useless antenna. He's not a ham radio. I'm gonna do it, I'm really gonna do it! Don't try and stop me! Here goes! Hey, it worked! The static's gone! I hate that this came between us. I'm filled with a large number of powerful emotions. You're my best friend.

My pants's dry, and I've tried everything. Right?

Never mind. The guilt. The unbearable guilt! Fifteen seconds. Ten seconds. Master Spargle, if you can hear me up in that ditch, where I left you… this is for you. The Iron Cook's gone all out for the judges. He's even garnished the salad with $100 bills. Let's see what they think. Soylent Green is my kind of people. Scrumptious. Morbo will store this in his sack for future digestion. I'm swimming in my Soylent waste.

So, I'm gonna do what it takes to be your roommate?

Cutting her head off won't help! No, I'm gonna chop off my antenna. Hey, yeah, that sounds good. Can I give you a hand? Don't help him mutilate himself! It's a useless antenna. He's not a ham radio. I'm gonna do it, I'm really gonna do it! Don't try and stop me! Here goes! Hey, it worked! The static's gone! I hate that this came between us. I'm filled with a large number of powerful emotions. You're my best friend.